FTWD Shattered World

"Old man, do you know how to use the AT4 well enough?" Paul asks Daniel as they leave the place of the overturned boat.

"I can do it," Daniel answers without thinking, as part of the Sombra Negra backed by the CIA he received training in a diverse variety of weapons from them, not just interrogation techniques.

"Good, because you will use the only one we have, given the case. I can operate it, but I don't know if I would shoot the target or God knows where. I have no training with that thing," Paul said, looking at him and then at the rest of the group. "The rest will use the other weapons available to defend the boat if needed."

After speaking, Paul took his mother's hand and led her away as he saw the group dispersing. He headed to his bedroom to rest on the king-size bed, where he reloaded all the magazines with bullets, wishing he had a speed loader but grateful for the ammunition they had.

Propped against the headboard, reloading a magazine, Paul noticed the exhaustion etched on his mother's face. "So, how are you holding up?"

Madison was helping him reload, but after the question, she looked at him as he looked at her, then left aside what she had in hand and snuggled against his naked chest, inhaling his scent and touching his sides. She began talking with her lover, her voice laced with anxiety, "I still can't process that all of this is happening, Travis is gone, and we don't know where we will go from now on, how we will live from now on, the things we need to do for that."

"Paul heard his mother's heavy words and her anxious, preoccupied tone. He stopped what he was doing and set aside the things in his hands. Embracing Madison more closely with one hand, he calmly and slowly caressed her back, and with his other hand, he caressed her cheeks, calming her down. 'It's true that the world is now harder than it was before, filled with risks at every moment and everywhere we go. But there is still hope as long as we are still alive.'"

He paused for a moment, feeling how nice his mother smelled and her warm touch against his skin. "When people start to adapt, getting used to it, this new reality, things will change. And in that change, a semblance of what life was previously will come back. It's only a matter of time."

Madison loved the security her son provided her, how attentive and caring he was for her, as well as his determination that things would get better. She was more relaxed and began to kiss his chest and run her hands all over it, feeling him up, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest to his neck, licking him everywhere and leaving her mark on him by sucking on his neck.

Paul, noticing how frisky his mother was becoming, moved his hand from her back into her trousers. He touched her beautiful ass, causing it to change shape beneath his hands. Meanwhile, he slid his finger between her lips, feeling how wet she already was. All the while, he continued to lovingly caress her cheeks with his other hand.

"Travis' death was surprising and unfortunate. I always thought that given his lifestyle during these perilous times, he would be one of the first to fall and, consequently, we would have perished with him. That's why I was always alert to any situation that might arise from the start." Paul continued, putting a finger in her little puckered hole and beginning to make circles in the place with his finger. "But at least he didn't die like the majority of people in an absurd way. He died saving his son. He blocked the walkers for him when leaving the beach, and that's worth admiring."

Madison moaned as she looked into his eyes and her body trembled at his lover's touch. "I know, babe, I know. It just was a little premature his parting as he was with us from the start of this."

"He was a person who seemed to refuse what was happening before his eyes, even with evidence. Now at least the group won't see any more dead corpses as human beings anymore, or as infected. This will make them hesitate less when taking care of them," Paul said as he slowly inserted his finger into her asshole while kissing her mouth. His tongue played with hers and his free hand cupped her tits, caressing them and pinching her nipples.

Madison was so turned on by her son's touch and ready, that when he kissed her on the mouth and stuck his finger in her ass, she came all over him, her body shaking and her little hole clenching around them, caressing them as if begging for more pleasure.

"Travis' time has passed, our family is still here and I intend for it, to be here until we are old," Paul said as he pushed a second finger into her, making her get closer to him as if wanting to combine herself with him. "For that, we need to do everything that could be necessary, to make it possible. We can't think about morals at those times, obviously, we still will know what is right and wrong inside us, and the day we can allow some of it without being a problem to us and our lives, we can exercise that method to judge an action."

Paul continued moving his two fingers inside her asshole as it clenched around them, caressing her breast more strongly, making it change in his hands while also occasionally pinching her hard nipples, making her make cute sounds in his neck, as she panted and kept giving him kisses all over the place.

"Yes, my love, I know what you say is right, but it's a little hard to do it, but I can change, we all can change, we just need time. But I will follow all the decisions you make, love. You are my son, my love, my man," Madison said as she surrendered to her son completely.

Paul smiled, removing his fingers from her asshole making it a lewd plop sound as it was now clenching nonstop like feeling empty and wanting to experience again what was filling the void. Then he moved his hand, cupping her entire beautiful pussy in it. She was really wet all over. He caressed her clit with one finger while simultaneously fingering her with two others, making her pussy tremble like crazy and contracting around them as if wanting to milk them. It was a nice lewd pussy.

Paul at the same time kept kissing her as she was barely looking into his eyes with a clouded look full of love and desire, moaning in his mouth, her hands already inside his pants touching his already full-standing cock as if wanting to make him cum, from top to bottom and bottom to top.

"We will go to San Diego, as Strand suggested, we'll see what happens from there. In any case, we can make a life in any place," Paul thought for a moment and said to her.

"Alright, my love," Madison's mind already wasn't so focused on her anxieties and doubts but more on her son as he played with her body, and her with his. Now she only wanted to be ravaged by her lover. "Remove your pants quickly Paul, I want you inside me now!"

Paul's eyes gleamed with lust as his mother's sultry words echoed in his ears. He could feel the throbbing of his rigid shaft pressed against his pants, yearning to be freed and buried deep inside Madison's warm, wet depths.

"Mom, those words of yours, at times like this, make it so hard for me to control myself from loving you more than I already did," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "My dear, beautiful mother, I would make you one of the happiest, most relaxed, and most satisfied mothers on this planet right now."

With a swift motion, Paul removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock standing proudly at attention. Madison's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of her son's impressive manhood. She could feel her arousal growing, her pussy throbbing with need.

Paul guided Madison's head towards his waiting cock, his hands tangling in her hair as he brought her lips closer to the swollen tip. "Open wide, Mom. I want to feel your warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock."

Madison obeyed, her lips parting as she took Paul's throbbing member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. Paul groaned at the feeling of her hot, wet tongue caressing him. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.

As Madison worked to pleasure her son with her mouth, Paul's hands roamed over her body. He caressed her breasts, pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples. He slid his hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing the soft flesh. Madison moaned around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure.

Paul pulled Madison off his cock, his chest heaving with desire. He quickly removed his mother's clothes, leaving her completely naked before him. He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, settling between her spread thighs.

Paul leaned down, his lips capturing Madison's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and dueled, exploring and tasting one another. His hands roamed over her body, caressing and touching every inch of her silky skin.

He broke the kiss and moved his lips down her neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the way. He sucked and bit at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, leaving a mark of his possession on her. Madison arched her back, pressing her body against his as her hands roamed over the muscular planes of his back.

Paul continued his descent, kissing and licking his way down to Madison's breasts. He cupped the full mounds, kneading and massaging them. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking hard. Madison cried out in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair.

He lavished the same attention on her other breast, before continuing his path south. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button. Madison's hips bucked, her pussy aching for his touch.

Paul settled between her thighs, his face mere inches from her glistening sex. He took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He ran his tongue up her slit, tasting her sweet nectar. Madison moaned loudly, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Paul focused his attention on her clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. He slipped a finger into her tight, wet heat, pumping in and out as he continued to torment her clit. Madison's moans grew louder and more desperate, her hips bucking against his face, cumming in his mouth from all the play when she was ready for him to enter her.

Paul delighted in his mothers' juices, tasting them as he kept pushing his tongue inside her pussy, feeling how her walls contracted around it.

"Please, Paul," she begged, her voice hoarse with still need. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, please."

Paul couldn't deny his mother's request. He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick folds. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Madison cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around him.

Paul set a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of his mother's tight, wet heat. He reached between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. Madison's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Harder," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me roughly and harder, Paul. I want to feel you."

Paul obliged, picking up his pace and slamming into her with increased force while at the same time, he brought one hand and clenched around her neck softly. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, along with Madison's cries of ecstasy as her eyes lost focus. Paul could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust.

He removed the hand from her throat and slipped a finger into Madison's ass, pumping it in and out in time with his thrusts. She screamed his name, her orgasm crashing over her. Her walls tightened around him, milking his cock as her body trembled with pleasure.

Paul continued to pound into her, his own climax quickly approaching. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and gasping for air as he kept kissing her neck.

But Paul wasn't done with his mother yet, his cock was hardening again inside her. He wanted to claim every inch of her body, to mark her as his. He gently nudged her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her.

Paul ran a finger down her spine, stopping to tease her tight, puckered hole. He leaned down, his tongue lapping at the sensitive bud. Madison gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. Paul continued his assault on her ass, licking and probing with his tongue.

He pressed a finger into her ass, pumping it in and out. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. Madison pushed back against his fingers, her body yearning for more.

Paul replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock, slowly pressing into her tight ass. He groaned as her walls clenched around him, the feeling of her hot, silky depths enveloping him was exquisite. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her ass.

"Yessss, Yesss, baby. I love youuu." Madison cried out in pleasure, her hands fisting the sheets as Paul pounded into her. The sound of their bodies colliding and Madison's moans of pleasure filled the room.

Paul covered her entire body as he fucked her ass from behind, supporting himself with one hand in the bed and the other played with her dangling breasts as he kept pounding inside her asshole, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, Mom," he growled softly in her ear. "Come, as I fuck your ass, Mom."

Madison's body trembled, her orgasm crashing over her as her ass clenched around his cock. She screamed his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. Paul continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her asshole, his cock pulsing as he filled her insides with his hot seed.

Paul collapsed on top of Madison, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Madison turned her head, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

After a few moments, Paul withdrew from Madison's body. He flopped onto his back, his arm wrapped around his mother as she snuggled against his chest. They lay there in silence, both lost in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.

"My beautiful boy, you made Mommy so happy," Madison said as she kissed his lips in satisfaction.

"Mom, your pussy is like it was made for me," Paul touched his mother's belly. "Or maybe it was your slutty womb that made me just the way she liked it."

Madison was a little embarrassed because of his words, blushing. "Paul, don't say that." she softly gave him a pat on his chest and then touched his cock. "But I really love this magnificent cock."

"And I love all your beautiful body, it is all mine." Paul possesively grabbed her ass as he pleased. "I love cumming inside your tight pussy, waiting to see you pregnant with my child someday."

Madison was a little stunned at the impromptu but didn't deny his words. "Son, do you think it's appropriate at times like these?"

"Maybe it's a little hasty, but I also would love to see your bulging belly because of me," Paul said, really horny thinking about it. "I also would love to see Alicia and Claire like that. The three of you, just thinking about it for a second, it makes me hard, look." Paul guides his mother's hand to his already hard cock.

"I would love to give you a child, my love. I have already thought about this two years ago since you never used a condom and always loved cumming inside me." Madison thought for a moment before saying.

"In fact, I am surprised that we aren't yet, given we don't use the pill either, maybe I already have one and so do your sisters, considering how much you cum inside us." She smiles, touching her belly. "But, I'm worried. If it was a month ago, I wouldn't have had problems about it, but now we need a more stable environment for it to grow, a place to call home without thinking daily about survival."

Paul also wondered why they still didn't get pregnant, since he was cumming inside them every chance he got. Maybe it had something to do with the start of when he saw the first walker, Gloria. Since he regained the missing part of his memories after that moment, before that, he never felt different from a normal human, but who knows, maybe there was a problem until then.

"I know, I'll find or make one for us. I'm even more excited now since you haven't refused," Paul says and then kisses her mouth, playing with her tongue. "Would you like that? me breeding your slutty womb?"

Madison moaned as her son's fingers toyed with her nipples, the firm pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Oh yes," she breathed, desire evident in her tone, "I'd love to have your baby." The thought of carrying her son's child made her ache with want.

"That's my girl, my good mother" Paul smiled widely as he towered over her again and pushed his hard cock into her waiting pussy, enjoying being inside her again and never getting enough.

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A couple of hours later, Paul entered the bridge with his mother in his arms, gently grasping her waist as they walked.

"We've got a problem. The boat pursuing us isn't relenting. If we maintain our current speed, they'll catch up eventually." Strand said while grabbing a few nautical charts. "We need a plan, what kind of weapon would you suppose would be big enough to sink that boat?"

".50 caliber machine gun, one like we have here on the deck," Daniel answered calmly.

"Military grade, the kind of weapon that could only be mounted on a larger vessel as this or more," Strand said and looked at the nautical chart.

"You sure it's following us?" Andrea asks with doubt.

"I have zigged and I have zagged, their course corrects every time," Strand says it with certainty.

"It could be them," Daniel says.

"It could be the one from the girl's radio chat for all we know. Which is why we don't talk to strangers." Strand gets a little grumpy about it. "Whoever it is, we're not losing it and it's faster."

"If we don't have any other options, let them come. We will sink them faster than they came. Even if I need to board them and kill them all in their boat." Paul says confidently about it.

"No, we need to try everything we can to avoid them," Madison says not wanting Paul to get in danger or go on a kill mission.

"How far are we from San Diego?." Claire asks thoughtfully.

"It's too far away, it's not possible to land before they catch up."

"Fine, where do we go?? What do we do now?" Ofelia says worried now about their little options.

"We hide. We'll lose them on the radar if we stick to the coast." Strand says while taking a nautical chart, his finger roams along it until it points to a place. "Hmm, this one has a cove."

"For how long do we need to hide in there?" Paul asks slowly.

"Who knows, it can range from hours to days, until they get bored and sail away."

"How about the food stock?" Paul inquired. "Is there enough to last that amount of time?"

"Maybe, the food we fish could make it work, but the water may become a problem if we are for too long in there." Strand hesitates for a moment becoming thoughtful

"This one has a cove too and is a wildlife refuge with a ranger station, which is probably abandoned but with a little luck, there is a source of fresh water," Strand says after observing the chart again and points to another place. "But there is also a little town with a port. In there, we can get also what we need, but there must be infected around." 

"Then that's where we go," Madison says liking more this option than Paul diving in an enemy boat. "Let's try first with the ranger station."

"In case we don't get anything in there, I will venture alone in that town and get us supplies. Alone" Paul says with emphasis in his last words, Madison and his sisters not liking that.

"Catrina Island it is." Strand puts an end to planning.

After the short little reunion, Paul moved to the sun deck to wait sitting on one of the sun chairs. When Claire and Alicia arrived, they got on top of his body, the chair being big enough for the three. As he embraced them.

"What do you think will happen, Paul?" Alicia asks while her face is on his neck.

"Nothing, nothing is gonna happen," Paul answered her while putting his right hand on her buttocks.

"How are you so sure about that?" Claire says while playing with her fingers along his chin.

"Because I will make sure nothing happens," Paul answered her, while also doing the same he does with Alicia, touching her ass to his heart's content.

"Do you think we will find someplace safe enough anywhere?" Alicia asks while looking at the sunset.

"For a while, there would be no safe places to be, Alicia. People nowadays are dying easily, and every place gets more dangerous as time passes. But there will come a time when people adapt to this new environment, as we will too. And then, even if it is dangerous, we will be able to live safely enough to get by," Paul says as he looks at the horizon.

"So we will live this dangerous life from now on. Is that what you're saying, right?" Alicia says, a bit depressed.

"Yes, but there will be communities formed by people who group together to survive. Those places will make life easier, and they will also bring back a semblance of the previous life, making it possible for people who don't adapt to survive. But it's a question of whether the one we join is strong, weak, evil, or good enough to help people or what kind of community it is." Paul said a little thoughtfully.

"Do you think we could start one? One where we say what would it be, not depending on other people's wishes." Claire thinks for a moment and asks him.

"Maybe, it could be possible, but we would need to find a good enough place to defend and reside for people to come, then how to filter the people we find, to see if they are worth taking or what we look for in them, after all that, then a source of food and water and many other things would have to be taken into account to keep it running," Paul says considering what she said. "And above all, a way to control or keep them in line, we would need trustworthy people."

"It looks like a lot of work," Alicia says after thinking what Paul said.

"Yes, but it would also put us in a position of power in these times." Claire considered it more seriously than just a passing thought.

"We'll see over time, for now, we'll see how it goes in San Diego" Paul ends it, also not liking to depend on other people's wishes.

Actually, it would be simple for him, he could create enough vampires for two groups: one for base security and the other for searching for supplies and people. The challenge lies in their need for blood. He would need to either drain blood from base inhabitants occasionally or have them raid other groups to feed, another disadvantage of them would be that they are not able to be relied upon during the day, maybe covering them could work.

"How is Amy and Andrea, do you like them?" Paul says changing the topic.

"They are fun to have around," Claire says smiling.

"Yes, they are, it would be quite boring if it was just us all the time" Alicia also supports her sister.

"Hey!, am I tiring you, babe? Why are you hurting my heart" Paul slaps Alicia's buttocks, then touches them a little harder, changing form in his hand and making her moan loudly in heat on his ear.

"Did you see that? Light came on in that building," Claire says as she points in a direction, as it was already nighttime and they were near a large landmass.

"I didn't see anything, I was just entertained with our baby sister" Paul continued enjoying Alicia's big ass.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who saw it," Claire says as she sees the boat pull up to a dock and people preparing to get out, so they join them.

"Catrina Island. We have arrived." Strand says as the boat stops.

"Claire says she saw a light, Has someone else seen it?" Paul asks the group.

"I saw it, twice," Madison says.

"It seems this place isn't abandoned after all," Paul says and sees Strand just shrug. "In that case, I will gear up and then advance in that place to check first. Just to be safe."

"I will go first, if there is no problem, then all of you can come." Paul quickly adds seeing his mother about to retort to him.

"Fine." Madison looks hard at him and concedes.

After a moment Paul leaves the boat equipped with body armor, helmet, side pistol, M4A1 with four extra magazines, and one grenade from the two they have left.

Walking on the rocky mountainous path he could already hear being quite far from the house voices in there if he concentrates. "Someone's home." It was quite an uncomfortable new experience for him when he changed and took him a while to adapt and suppress it. 

"Two men, and a woman with two children. It must be a family," Paul mumbles to himself, and they're not throwing their doors open, as they must be seeing him coming near the house, given that he isn't hiding, thinking it would not be needed as they could see he is armed and they have children.

"Hello?, I know you're in there and also know you're scared and have children's." Paul says while standing in front of their home, with his hands off the M4A1. "I'm not here looking to trouble anyone. I and my group in the boat, we just need information, we're not a threat and we're not sick."

Paul could hear them inside the house as the two men watched him from the windows. But after a moment, it seems that one of them makes a decision when Paul hears their footsteps towards the front door.

But when he opened it, suddenly a little kid went out first, stopping in front of him as he looked at him. 

"Hello, kid." Paul salutes him while putting on his best friendly smile.

"Harry! Harry! Get back here." A man also exits the house yelling at the kid. "Sorry, he's excited to see people. It's been a while."

"Good evening, Sir. We just saw your light come on, we were on the water." Paul salutes the man.

"That was an accident." The man says while being with a woman and another little girl beside the kid.

"I'm Paul. Paul Clark" Paul gets near them slowly extending his hand.

"George Geary. What can I do for you, Paul Clark, are you a soldier?." George handshakes him and asks because of his outfit.

"We had to drop anchor, it's no safer on the sea than on land, also we need to supply fresh water," Paul answers him. 

"What makes you think here is safe.?" George looks at his face and thinks for a moment. "About your other problem, I can provide you with water."

"We just need to get our bearings and we will be going. You have nothing to fear from us, we are not planning to stay more than necessary." Paul calmly answers him. "Also to your last question, no, I'm not a soldier, this is courtesy of the soldiers back in LA before they burned it with Napalm."

"So, you are from LA, that place also as fallen with Napalm." George looks at him for a few seconds more thinking about his words. "Welcome, get inside, please"

As Paul entered the house, he could feel the other men's eyes on him. "Who is the guy there?" he asked, pointing in the man's direction.

George's brow jumped at that. "Seth, come out, we have visits!." Not wanting problems he called for his son. "That's my son, Seth."

The guy appeared with a not-so-happy face and carrying a rifle. "Hey there."

"Hey," Paul greeted him, then the guy just left to be at his mother's side.

Then George invited Paul to his studio, which must be because he was armed and did not want him near his family.

"You have quite a collection of books, Sir." Paul comments seeing all the shelves with them.

"You're welcome to take something," George says to Paul while looking at his book collection.

"Thanks. But nowadays I don't have enough time to sit and read, there is something to do, at all times." Paul said sincerely, putting down a book he had in hand.

"You got nothing but time, man. Take it, nobody's writing any new ones for a while." George says as he observes him.

"That is true but time is scarce when survival depends on it nowadays," Paul says as he sips a cold beer George gave him.

"So, Napalm." George paused and then continued. "It's what they're using up and down the coast. I've been checking in with some of the other ranger stations."

"Yes, it was Napalm, we saw the city burning in the distance while the air force dropped them as we fled from the place," Paul tells him. "Is it every city?."

"As far as I can tell, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver." George says while pointing to a map with the locations marked there.

"And south?" Paul inquires for more info.

"San Diego was burned," George says.

"Bloody hell, San Diego is gone?. It was the place where we were going, after this stop, we must change course now." Paul says to him a little shocked. "Further south?."

"They shut down the border, no way in or out." George raised an eyebrow at that and continued.

"It seems they are bombing all over the place, we got to leave LA early before the bombing started because we caught info on a military operation, named Cobalt." Paul starts talking while sipping the beer. "Their plans were to bomb the city trying to curb the expansion of the infection, killing the populations in the city. I was aware that Atlanta was also bombed. Because of a friend."

"It seems their plan is working all over the country," George says thoughtful about that. "Interior is no better than the coast, last time I connected to Joshua Tree, ranger said Petrified Forest, gone, JT shut down soon after, that's Cali, that's Arizona, Zion went dark before them, Utah gone, Rocky Mountain station is dead, that's Colorado. That's the Continental Divide." 

"That's a good goddamn half the country, and now surely the other half is also experiencing something similar," George says.

They talked for a while about a few different things, and in every topic, Paul got more bored with this guy and his way of thinking.

"They aren't infected, Paul. We are, we're the weeds Mother Nature is pulling." George says confidently. "The world couldn't sustain itself, so it stood back and said, 'Enough.' This is its course correction"

"I'm more of the thought that instead of nature, this is the fuck up of someone, in some place around this world. Just that in the process, they made an unstoppable biological weapon this time." Paul says his two-bit to him. "Anyway, what is done, is done, we need to adapt to this new reality."

"Well said, adaptation is the word, it's just adapt and survive or become one of them." George while disagreeing about the other things, he thought the same about the need for adaptation.

"So, George you good if we dock for the night? We should be gone by tomorrow." Paul says while standing up, not wanting to spend more time there.

"Yeah, of course. I feel lucky." George says.

"How so?" Paul raises an eyebrow.

"We had no idea what kind of hell might come off that boat, we found new friends," George says smiling at him.

"I agree. Thanks for your hospitality George, maybe my family and friends will come to say 'Hi' after I get back and tell them about your family and the information. Don't worry, they are my sisters, my brother, and my mother along with a few family friends."

"Alright Paul, we would gladly welcome them for dinner."

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Paul was fucking happy he was going back to the boat he was tired already of hearing quite an amount of bullshit. But at least the trip wasn't in vain, he gave quite an amount of info.

"So, how is it?" Madison says after checking him and embracing him.

Paul started talking about George and his family, then, all the information he got from George.

"San Diego and the whole West Coast, dead," Paul says before asking for their next course of action. "What now? We will get fresh water from George, that solves one problem."

"I can't believe it," Madison says a little depressed about the situation in the country.

"Do we have any possible new destination?" Paul asks around and ends up looking at Strand.

Nobody said anything because they had no idea where to go.

"If no one, thinks about anything. The first thing that comes to my mind would be to leave this place and go into the continent again. At least I don't like being on a bloody island with limited resources and options." Paul says his thoughts. "Maybe we could try the other side of the country. Maybe try Virginia." He said that thinking of Alexandria.

Strand heard him and hesitated for quite a long time with a visible struggle on his face, eventually, he started talking. "I have a place we can go and it's closer than Virginia, in Baja California there is a town called Rosarito."

"So, Mexico, this was your plan all along, where you wanted to go. Not San Diego." Daniel says when he sees that Strand is being honest with them.

"Where the hell are you taking us?" Madison angrily tells Strand, concerned for her children's safety.

"Yes, tell us, where are we going?." Liza also asks while looking at him, not being happy about this.

"As I was telling, Southeast of this town there are hills, and in those hills stands a house." Strands continues. "It has food stores, gardens, water filtration for the well, reinforced concrete walls."

"And I have precious little time to get there," Strand says. "It is the only safe place, the only sound plan."

"You said San Diego was safe," Madison says, refuting what he says.

"No longer in the itinerary," Strand says as a matter of fact.

"Why, Why lie?" Madison then questions him. "Were you going to abandon us?."

"How could I abandon eleven people at once? And with Paul or Daniel being here, It would be hard to get out of it alive." Strand said it like saying that he wasn't mad.

"Alright. We're coming with you, all of us." Madison says after looking into his eyes for a while. "But to make this work, we have to trust each other Strand, no more secrets. We have to go back to back to get this done.

"Good." Strand accepts that.

"Good, and Victor, you look wrong at anyone in my family, I will throw you overboard." Madison ends with finality.

"Great, since we've made a plan and it's still early, George said he's happy to welcome anyone joining them for dinner," Paul stated, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Inside, he was enjoying seeing his mother show her claws to Strand.